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I need to get home and deal with it immediately before I do something I will regret in the morning. I’ll make an excuse, continue with my cramp story, and get a cab. Yes, great idea.

Just as I reach into my pocket for my phone, the door swings open and out steps Brad, undressing me with his eyes as he stalks toward me. A big, fat grin spreads across his insanely hot face.

“You doing okay out here, Gabriella… need a hand?” he says with a wink, making me squeeze my legs together to suppress the pressure that’s building. I press my hands to his hard chest and try to step past him as I say, “No, thank you. I think you’ve done quite enough for one evening, I’m going…” My words are cut short when he pushes my hips to the wall with one hand, and captures my hands in his other hand, pinning them above my head.

“Oh, I’ve not even started yet, baby girl.”

A woosh of air escapes my lungs, leaving me breathless as he presses his hot mouth to my neck. A whimper escapes me. “I need to get home,” I pant.

“No, you’re going to finish yourself off, and I’m going to watch.” His tone is low and heated.

My eyes widen, and my heart thumps erratically.

“W-what, out here?” I stammer.

“Yes,” he drawls.

“But, but someone might see.”

“I’ll cover you. No one will see but me.”

My body vibrates at his words and the idea of doing this. Can I do this? No, I can’t do this. But this is what I wanted. I’m done being scared, little Gabby.

I swallow what feels like a large cotton ball and nod my head slowly. He releases my hands and steps back just enough to watch me reach for the button on my pants. I pop it open and then slowly pull down the zipper. My eyes follow his tattooed covered hands as they reach into his pocket and retrieve a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. A flame lights the space between us and I watch in fascination as he brings the cigarette to his mouth, wishing his mouth was on me instead.

My eyes flicker up to his. They are full of heat and desire and it’s the only encouragement I need to slip my hand inside, and as I do, he exhales a long, slow breath, the smoke feels as if it were cloaking us like a blanket, making us invisible to the rest of the world, and that image gives me the courage to begin moving my fingers towards the waistband of my trousers and move down.

“Good girl,” he says on a raspy breath. My own breath catches in my throat when my fingers meet my clit and I begin to move them.

I am so close already; this won’t take long. He’s been edging me all evening. I close my eyes as the pressure from earlier returns, and with every movement, it intensifies, and my thighs quiver.

He braces his arm above me, shielding me from anyone passing.

“Does this turn you on, naughty girl? Getting yourself off, knowing anyone could catch you?”

I gasp, my back arching away from the wall when his thumb brushes my painfully hard nipple through the fabric of my top.

“Please, I... I need you to do I, I beg, my fingers slowing their assault on my swollen nub.

He takes another drag of his cigarette, leaning his head back as he blows out the smoke.

“You can beg all you want, Mia cara, but I’m not letting you go until you make yourself come, and you know, they’ll come looking for us soon, so I’d move those fingers a little quicker if I were you. Unless…” He covers his hand with mine, guiding my fingers up and down over my clit.

“You like an audience when you come. In which case, take your time. I’ve got all night.”

Oh my god, Brad is hot, but dirty talking, looking at me like he wants to devour me Brad is sinful and it spurs me on. I quicken my pace, locking my eyes with his dark, whiskey ones, until my core tightens and a singular word has me gripping his jacket as I free fall.

“Come.”

My head falls back against the brick wall and my desperate pants echo around us. My chest heaves and I think I could come again from the way he's looking at me with his hooded eyes.

“Sei cosi bella cosi, amore mio,” he purrs, brushing the tip of his nose with mine. I know enough Italian to know what he just said, and it sends my heart racing.

“You look so beautiful like this, my love.”

Chapter Twenty

Gabriella